Audience - Waverley Stage Coach lyrics

Williams If you go out tonight in Waverley Park Don't hail the carriage you'll meet in the dark Ain't no call for laughter, my words you must mark Or you'll be on the Waverley Stagecoach Some twenty years since or a similar while The Mayor of the City, his wife and his child They boarded the carriage but inside a mile Were flung dead from the Waverley Stagecoach They say that the wheels on the coach are bright red Stained with the blood that's come from the dead The driver is fire and the horses are white And it claims anybody that travels by night You can laugh all you like but you'll laugh on your own There's eighty-five people from this town alone In a short twenty years have been murdered and thrown From the cab of the Waverley Stagecoach